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Bland features, forgettable face, the kind of guy who fades into the background in every room he enters but his hand is on her waist, possessive, proprietary and claiming her. That's the bastard who called her frigid. Who made her believe she was broken, who took everything from her and gave nothing back. My jaw clenches so hard my teeth ache. I want to find him again, I want to make him pay for every moment he makes her feel less than the extraordinary woman she is but she already did that. She humiliated him, destroyed him, and walked away. Good. I keep reading, hungry for every detail. Isabel Queens, educated at Yale. Graduated summa cum laude. Former VP of Development at Queens Enterpris

She gives me a confused look, but when I start to roam my hands over her body, she understands, “Let me make you come, at least once. You’ll be able to go back out and keep up the Luna act.” Isabella swallows and looks at me silently for a couple of seconds as she considers my offer. She is very obviously having an internal debate between her brain and her pussy. I seriously hope her pussy wins. Isabella looks beautiful tonight, but it's definitely not her. This boring granny style does not fit such a hot woman. I have the biggest urge to rip her dress so I can see her tits. Fuck me, I seriously miss her perky tits and her sweet pale nipples. I miss everything about her and I can't wait any

Isabel let out a moan when he pinched her swollen nipple. He smiled, continuing like nothing was happening. "All she was interested in, was becoming Mrs. Bernadotte for the world to respect her. Shakira cared more about her looks, and I understood her point, because of the nature of her job." "Sebastian, please....oh fuck!" She cried, clenching her fist, curling her toes. Wetness pooled in her vagina, but it wasn't her period. Clenching her thighs did her no good, instead it tipped her to the edge, coupled with what he was doing to her nipples.

I stare into her eyes before going down to her breasts that the narrow, damn pink tank top can't contain. “Pretty tits.” Isla gasps, then her expression turns sensual, like an exclusive bitch. “Really? You think they're pretty.” I growled when Isla rubbed her breasts. I wanted to remove her hand and replace it with mine, and my mouth and tongue were eager to play with her protruding pink nipples. Oh… I wouldn't mind fucking her big tits with my cock either. “I don't recall you breastfeeding here for a long time.” Damn, Isla was getting wild, teasing me by squeezing her nipples that protruded from outside the tank top.

But the second Kai Harlan looked at me like he wanted to bend me over and ruin me, my neglected pussy knew it was already his. My name is Isabella Hart—Bella to the few people who still get close. Forty-four years old, divorced for three long, dry years, and still carrying a body that makes men stare. My tits are big, natural, and heavy, always straining against whatever top I wear. My waist is tiny, my ass thick and juicy from years of beach yoga, and my legs are long and smooth. I run a little boutique right by the ocean, selling cute dresses and bikinis to tourists, but my nights have been nothing but a vibrator and fantasies that left me wet and frustrated.

Isabella giggled. “You do have perfect boobs,” I chuckled. “Zander!” “What? It’s a compliment,” I declared. “They are perfect.” “Zander Cavanaugh! Have you been staring at my boobs the whole time?” Isabella questioned. “I’m not going to lie,” I announced. “Yes. You can’t blame me, they are literally fantastic boobs.” “Do you want to touch them?” Isabella said shyly. “What did you just say?” I said, shocked. Isabella turned around and kneeled in front of me. “Do you want to touch them?”

"Big boobs, big butt, beautiful face, and long legs." Isabella smiled back, and there was something playful in it now. "Do you like my boobs?" She placed her hands on her chest, squeezing slightly to accentuate their size. "Yeah," I said, laughing despite myself. "I do like them." Then she turned around, presenting her backside to me. Her dress hugged her curves perfectly, and when she pressed back against me, grinding her ass against my groin, I felt my body respond immediately. My dick hardened instantly, straining against my trousers in a way that was impossible to hide.

"You can slap me all you want baby but please talk to me. We were so cool yesterday so why are you angry with me? Is it because I slept in Lillith's room? I'm sorry. Please stop the silence and talk to me. Please." Isabella looked at him and more tears cascaded down her cheeks. She stood up and removed her nightie making her stand in all her glory. She turned around and palmed her boobs. "My boobs are still firm and big Chris. I got big ass too as you love it. My pussy hasn't gone wide even though we've had sex countless times now then why her?"

Almost down , he walked in. I stopped dead in my tracks , this man looked like a god ! This was the broadest shoulder I've seen , he is tall , fair tanned skin , forcefully lifting my eyes to his face , I got the best sight , his face was well structured , the nose was definitely pointed , then his lips , cherry pink . Isabella stop! I cleared my throat trying to find my voice , "hi , good evening , my name is isabella and this is my mother, I..." "Yes I know everything about you , who should be doing the introduction is myself"

"What are you watching?" I glanced over at her, trying not to stare too obviously at the way her tiny shorts rode up her thighs. Isabella was the spitting image of her mother, with long dark hair, hazel eyes, and curves that could stop traffic. She was only 18, but she had the body of a woman. "Just the game," I said, forcing myself to look back at the TV. "How was your day? Did you have fun with your friends?" Isabella nodded, leaning back against the couch and crossing her long legs. "It was great! We went to the mall and I bought a new bikini. Want to see it?"